White Noise, White Lies. You sell it, they buy it Old rules still apply - I blink and I die You'd do my thinking if I let you, so I stay aware more than I can afford to You got it, I need it Can't live without it White noise, white lies You thrive as they die A pound of flesh (no more/no less) is more than I have left If lies and schemes were hopes and dreams you'd bleed me to d**h, and so I got myself a plan, complete with secret doors Got myself a system, so I don't need yours